Eldritch Horror Theatre

Even though the man’s death was just one more drop of blood on his hands, Fu Qian still harbored a deep impression of Brother Ji Yicheng, someone who had genuinely cherished talent.

The main reason was the fat Angel form that had broken out of the Cocoon—its appearance had been a genuine assault on the eyes.

He had been young and quite strong; it was entirely understandable that the Ji clan would ache over the loss of such an offspring.

So now, as the murderer, he had disguised himself and delivered himself right to their doorstep?

”Ji Yicheng?”

Amid these reflections, Fu Qian didn’t show the slightest hint of a guilty conscience as he asked the question directly.

”You know?”

Ji Liushuang was secretly alarmed. This man in front of her really had investigated the Ji clan’s affairs thoroughly.

”The Wasteland is such a unique place; how could those of us in academia not pay attention to it?”

Fu Qian spoke as if it were a matter of course.He certainly didn’t believe that Demigod Angui—who had sold Ji Yicheng out without a second thought—wouldn’t launch a massive manhunt after the fact.

This matter probably wasn’t a top secret, so bringing it up as an intimidation tactic was perfectly fine.

He emphasized his identity without leaving a single trace—what a formidable character!

Her vigilance deepening, Ji Liushuang subconsciously nodded.

”That’s right. In fact, Ji Yicheng is exactly who you saw just—”

Knock, knock!

Her words were abruptly cut off by a knock on the door.

”They want to confirm if you’re ready to head over.”

The female housekeeper’s urging called out from the hallway.

”We are.”

Glancing at Fu Qian and seeing no reaction from him, Ji Liushuang answered directly.

Had they run out of patience?

From that slightly urgent prompt, Fu Qian could almost feel the mood of the group waiting on the other side.

...

”Shall I push you?”

Seeing Ji Liushuang still seated firmly in her Wheelchair, he asked naturally.

”I’ll have to trouble you, then.”

Since Fu Qian had offered, Ji Liushuang didn’t politely decline.

The more I look at this guy, the more terrifying he seems. Keeping him right under my eyes isn’t a bad thing.

”Professor Andiel will take care of me. Please let them know we’ll be there shortly.”

As Fu Qian stepped behind her, Ji Liushuang waved to the female housekeeper who had entered, gesturing for her to lead the way.

The housekeeper’s face was drawn tight as her gaze swept back and forth between the two.

”Then I will leave it to Professor Andiel.”

Giving Fu Qian a slight bow, the housekeeper crisply turned and led her people away.

...

Creak!

Although it was fairly well-maintained, the Wheelchair was quite old, giving off a faint squeak as it rolled.

Fu Qian carefully steered it under Ji Liushuang’s directions as they traversed the ancient building.

Although an understated luxury was evident everywhere, an overwhelming sense of desolation still assaulted the senses.

Combined with Ji Liushuang’s earlier remarks, it meant her mother had essentially been under house arrest here all these years.

”Was it Ji Mingzhe?”

While taking in the surroundings, Fu Qian recalled the conversation that had been interrupted earlier.

Ji Liushuang had implied that Ji Yicheng had a deep relationship with someone they had just seen.

”No... it was Ji Xun.”

Unexpectedly, Ji Liushuang shook her head.

That old man, Ji Xun? Wasn’t he a bit too old for that?

Fu Qian was briefly stunned.

”His son?”

”His son... perhaps due to the influence of the family bloodline, the Ji clan’s heirs have never been particularly numerous.”

Ji Liushuang explained in a low voice.

So that was it. No wonder a character like An Gui had appeared.

Fu Qian had never paid much attention to the anecdotes of famous figures, and he couldn’t help but click his tongue in marvel.

Looking at it this way, Demigod Angui was truly ruthless. The old man had finally managed to have a son in his twilight years, yet he had sold the son out without a second thought.

Of course, as the one who baited him—and the direct killer—it was even more critical that his identity not be exposed now.

...

”Thank you for your trouble, Professor Andiel.”

The distance wasn’t far. Soon, the two arrived in front of a guarded door.

The female housekeeper waiting outside greeted them. Seeing that Fu Qian still had no intention of handing Ji Liushuang over to her, she simply reached out and opened the door. Instantly, over a dozen pairs of eyes snapped toward them.

Truly fitting of a top transcendent faction—it was teeming with experts!

Amid his silent praise, Fu Qian calmly wheeled Ji Liushuang into the room.

This was no exaggeration; the power level of the group inside was remarkably high.

Aside from Ji Xun, there was another elderly man who was even older and clearly a notch stronger than him. He exuded an oppressive presence almost on par with Old Man Logan.

The rest of the people in the room were also predominantly Mid Tier transcendents.

If they were merely guarding someone under house arrest, wasn’t this lineup a bit overkill?

Amid his doubts, Fu Qian noticed that Ji Liushuang also seemed quite surprised by the presence of this second elderly man.

Not a permanent resident here, then?

”Professor Andiel, please take a seat.”

As he pondered, Ji Xun was the first to speak, offering a lukewarm greeting.

In fact, judging by the looks in the others’ eyes, it was clear that they were highly guarded against this uninvited guest.

Unfortunately for them, as a witness to the attack and Ji Liushuang’s savior, they had no justifiable reason to object to him wheeling her into the meeting.

”Alright.”

Utterly unbothered by the tense atmosphere, Fu Qian pushed his pawn, Ji Liushuang, off to the side. He gladly took a seat and casually set the Lantern down.

Ever since they entered, the unfamiliar elderly man’s gaze had been constantly darting between that object and the mask.

”People are already handling the aftermath on that end, and we’ve also informed the Night Watchers. Moving forward, we will put all our efforts into tracking down the murderer.”

Seeing Fu Qian sitting boldly behind Ji Liushuang—unabashedly taking a posture of backing her up—Ji Xun’s expression darkened like deep water. With no intention of introducing anyone to Fu Qian, he immediately briefed them on the current situation.

Regardless of everything else, a family member had been attacked and injured; it was impossible for the clan not to respond.

”However, given the scarcity of traces left behind, our immediate priority is still to ascertain the attacker’s motive.”

”Understood. I’ve caused trouble for everyone.”

Ji Liushuang nodded, her expression perfectly placid.

”So why did you run off on your own today and show up at that place?”

Unsurprisingly, Ji Xun launched straight into his interrogation.

”I went to the Gospel Team to look into the previous accident.”

Ji Liushuang answered just as directly.

”I knew it... I’ve told you more than once, why are you still hung up on this?”

Ji Mingzhe couldn’t help but interject immediately.

”I have some doubts about their credibility. I felt their report might have omitted something.”

Despite her poor physical condition, Ji Liushuang showed absolutely no intention of backing down in the face of his questioning.

”Are they the only ones you’re questioning? You weren’t even there at the time—”

”Enough.”

Ji Xun cut Ji Mingzhe off.

”Even if you did visit the Gospel Team, the location where you were attacked was clearly way off route. Where else did you go? Tell the truth, and do not hide anything.”

He glared at Ji Liushuang, his tone extremely harsh.

”The residence of one of their operatives. I figured a private meeting would be better, so I managed to tail him.”

Unusually receptive to his advice, she confessed immediately.

You really are acting recklessly!

Her blunt honesty seemed to ignite the crowd’s fury, and Ji Xun’s expression grew even colder.

”And? Did you discover anything?”

”I did. Right here.”

Ji Liushuang pointed to her own shattered shoulder.

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